Bespelled ~ Erotic Poetry From A Kinky Witch

Air ~ Cloud Nine

Follow the sound of my voice.

the chair began to melt

you are resting in a cloud

the room drifted away

slowly you will rise

each breath taking you higher

until you reach cloud nine

making sweet love to the sky.

First tensions float away

and your body just lets go.

Next you feel a tingle start

in your sex, and swift it grows.

Third breathe into your belly

let the warmth inside you fill

every depth with pleasure;

a pulsing sound made real.

Fourth; with every in and out

your heart it overflows

and fifth your voice sighs out

as your ecstasy now shows

At six deliciousness expands

your skin electrified

at seven spirit fills your flesh

and magic moves inside.

Ecstasy is beating

with your heart and every breath

at eight your sight expands

beyond both life and little death

Inspired with the gift

of holy lust and pleasure fine

and the orgasmic release

as you reach your own cloud nine.

Follow the sound of my voice

as you drift back down to earth,

in every breath be renewed

in ecstacy is rebirth.